A girl's chest was too soft. Even though Hoshino Miru wasn't deliberately feeling it, that softness would press close, carrying an especially pleasant sweet fragrance.
Hoshino Miru wanted to break free from her embrace. However, this struggling motion elicited her small exclamations. The two were too close—any movement brought extremely intimate contact.
However, Sumita Mana also seemed to realize their position was too much like lovers being intimate. Hoshino Miru's breath happened to spray between her neck, the soft, tender large bunnies somewhat unable to withstand the assault.
Although she wore her school uniform, the effect brought by [Sensitivity] was very noticeable. The friction between clothing and skin, plus Hoshino Miru constantly moving in her arms—the girl could quickly feel that hot sensation throughout her body. Everywhere was tingly and itchy. Her pounding heart seemed to surge all her blood upward. Her cheeks were almost unbearably hot, her head somewhat dizzy.
"You-you don't move around..." Sumita Mana's breathing was somewhat rapid. She hadn't yet realized what was happening and instinctively tried to pin down Hoshino Miru in her arms.
However, this way, Hoshino Miru could feel even more clearly the girl's chest rising and falling dramatically. This was the most alluring part of a girl's body, now pressed tightly against his face—somewhat unbearable.
Hoshino Miru hugged her waist and fell toward the bed. Sumita Mana also fell onto the bed.
Sumita Mana clearly hadn't expected him to be so rough. She still wanted to grab Hoshino Miru, but her small hands were instead pinned to the bed by Hoshino Miru.
Instantly, their positions changed completely. Hoshino Miru pinned her wrists, looking down at the girl lying on the bed.
Sumita Mana's face was completely red—not from embarrassment, but because [Sensitivity] was still taking effect. Moving around just now made her whole body feel strange.
Hoshino Miru wanted to turn off [Sensitivity], but the girl before him was truly too alluring. Seeing her blushing pretty face, her slightly parted cherry lips, her large bunnies constantly rising and falling with her breathing, standing tall—just lying there like this, the girl lightly panting, was enough to make one's blood boil.
If one thought about how the girl beneath him was today's popular idol, a certain primal instinct would become even more restless, wanting to make the girl completely disheveled.
Similarly, Sumita Mana was also looking at Hoshino Miru. She seemed to realize this position was very dangerous. Her cheeks grew redder and redder, her legs slightly closing together.
"Um, Mana hurts a bit."
Sumita Mana said softly. However, she showed no sign of resistance—just purely wanted to complain a little.
Hoshino Miru came to his senses and released one hand. Just when Sumita Mana thought he was going to get up, his palm gently caressed the girl's cheek, his fingers touching the girl's gradually reddening ears.
"Saying things like 'reward' to an adolescent boy—has Mana thought about what might happen?"
That strange feeling came again. Sumita Mana trembled slightly, wanting to bite her lower lip. However, facing his gaze and feeling the warmth from the palm on her cheek, her fair, smooth skin faintly reddened, as if his gaze carried temperature. Wherever he looked would heat up. Even her heart had nowhere to escape.
However, seeing Hoshino Miru's expression, Sumita Mana knew he was deliberately teasing her again.
"Does Miru want to do strange things to Mana?" Sumita Mana felt very shy, though on the surface she pretended not to care.
"That's hard to say." Hoshino Miru touched her ear. This action wasn't rough, but touching her face and ears would make a girl's heart beat especially fast.
"No-no naughty things!" Sumita Mana finally realized belatedly, her heart growing increasingly shy. They were good friends—they couldn't do that kind of thing.
"We're good friends. How could I possibly do things that make Mana uncomfortable?" Hoshino Miru smiled slightly. "Unless Mana finds it very comfortable."
Sumita Mana originally didn't know what he meant. But the next moment, his palm suddenly landed on her lower abdomen.
Immediately after, Sumita Mana couldn't help but want to make sounds. This time the strange feeling came even more fiercely—wave after wave of tingling numbness. Sumita Mana quickly bit her lip, her whole body instinctively tensing.
It wasn't that Sumita Mana was too sensitive, but girls themselves were sensitive. The soft little belly, though it couldn't compare to certain embarrassing places, also wouldn't be easily touched by others.
What Hoshino Miru touched was the area slightly below her navel. This position could even touch the girl's skirt waist. Just lightly touching, the girl beneath him would react dramatically.
Sumita Mana panted lightly, her alluring breath vaguely carrying sweet sounds. His fingers lightly pressed on her lower abdomen, giving her an involuntary impulse to close her legs. After closing them, she wanted to relax again, moving up and down, slowly grinding, as if this could relieve the strange feeling he brought.
She didn't know how alluring she appeared in Hoshino Miru's eyes at this moment, because the girl had absolutely no related experience and even felt at a loss about her own body.
"Does it feel good?" Hoshino Miru quietly asked.
"I-I don't know... Mana feels so strange right now..." Sumita Mana grabbed Hoshino Miru's arm. This wasn't resistance—she just helplessly wanted to grab onto something. "Are you doing strange things?"
"Not at all, just massage." Hoshino Miru said softly, "Didn't I massage your calves before too?"
There seemed to have been such a thing. Sumita Mana panted. She remembered—at that time, the places Hoshino Miru touched seemed to still retain that feeling, making her even harder to endure.
Seeing the girl's skin gradually turn red, reddish hues spreading everywhere, her body emanating a faint sweet scent, Hoshino Miru knew she had entered the state.
So Hoshino Miru stopped, nonchalantly turning off [Sensitivity].
At the moment about to surge forth, suddenly stopping—Sumita Mana seemed to come to her senses slightly, raising her moist eyes to look at Hoshino Miru.
"This hand is my right hand that often plays guitar." Hoshino Miru moved his fingers in front of her as if to prove it. "At first it was somewhat difficult, but later it got much better. Thank you for Mana's concern."
Seeing his fingers moving around, Sumita Mana seemed to feel a certain place stirring. Immediately after, she blushed deeply—she was actually imagining indecent scenes.
"You're just deliberately bullying me." Sumita Mana bit her lip, looking somewhat aggrieved. She wasn't a little dummy.
"I'm thanking Mana for her concern, while also wanting to remind a certain little idol." Hoshino Miru kept a straight face. "Being with an adolescent boy like me, you must always be careful. Don't say things that are easily misunderstood."
Sumita Mana didn't want to pay attention to him. However, her body's strange sensation was still surging. This half-finished feeling was too uncomfortable. Just as she was about to push Hoshino Miru away, she suddenly saw a certain place. Her face immediately turned red to her ears.
Hoshino Miru saw her gaze and silently concealed a certain place.
Sumita Mana couldn't help smiling slightly. What the—just now he bullied her so fiercely, yet he himself couldn't take it either.
She felt somewhat smug—not that she liked this. If it were someone else, she would only feel disgusted and nauseated. But the person before her was Hoshino Miru.
Sumita Mana knew she was very cute, cute enough to be irresistible. The scene before her eyes proved exactly this, so Sumita Mana was very satisfied with Hoshino Miru's performance, though somewhat shy.
Immediately after, Sumita Mana also understood why Hoshino Miru had teased her.
Because her action just now was too ambiguous, clearly arousing Hoshino Miru's reaction.
Sumita Mana pouted indignantly. Really petty. She didn't know Hoshino Miru couldn't withstand teasing so easily. At worst, she'd be more careful next time.
At this moment, a phone ringtone suddenly rang, just breaking the stalemate between them.
Hoshino Miru got up. Sumita Mana also quickly sat up, somewhat guiltily taking out her phone.
"Moshi moshi, is this Hazuki-neesan?" Sumita Mana tried to act nonchalant, though her cheeks were still slightly red. "Mana just got out of school, practicing at home... No no, definitely not... Uuu... Mana understands..."
She probably hadn't informed her manager of her whereabouts and tried to bluff her way through, only to get scolded.
Before long, Sumita Mana hung up the phone, looking pitifully at Hoshino Miru.
"Mana has to go back to rehearse."
"Next week is the performance. Having her call you back is very normal." Hoshino Miru seemed completely without pity for her pitiful state. "Come play again next time."
Sumita Mana felt somewhat angry. Just now he did such excessive things to her, yet now his attitude toward her was so cold.
"However, can you stay for dinner tonight?" Hoshino Miru looked away, not knowing what he was looking at.
"Yes!" Sumita Mana quickly nodded, unable to suppress her joy. Girls were such easily satisfied creatures—as long as he was willing to show her kindness.
However, seeing a certain place, her face reddened again by more than half.
This kind of kindness was still a bit too early. At least wait until after retiring as an idol.
...
Because Sumita Mana stayed for dinner, Kasugano Sora's mood was somewhat poor.
After bathing at night, seeing her expressionlessly wandering in front of him, Hoshino Miru couldn't help calling her to his side.
"I'll help you dry your hair." Hoshino Miru held a hairdryer, somewhat unable to watch. Her hair was wet and messy, completely undried.
"What if you mess up my hair?" Kasugano Sora snorted lightly. She was angry now and wouldn't even call him brother.
"Your hair is already this wet—how much worse could it get?" Hoshino Miru began threatening her. "If you don't come over, I'll spank you."
Kasugano Sora instinctively wanted to cover her little bottom, then felt this made her look too embarrassed, as if she was really afraid he'd spank her. So she reluctantly and unwillingly slowly moved over, sitting beside the sofa.
Hoshino Miru of course noticed her small movements and couldn't help glancing. Her shorts tightly wrapped her small perky bottom, two fair, tender thighs exposed like this. Her perky bottom's curve vaguely outlined a round shape, appearing somewhat immature.
Especially with Kasugano Sora's back to him, her slender waistline was very obvious. He could also see her round, smooth shoulders, as if he could embrace her into his arms at any time and press her onto the sofa.
Hoshino Miru knew he had experienced too much, his mind full of these strange impulses, forcing himself to calm down.
Immediately after, Hoshino Miru began carefully combing through her hair for her. His fingers passed through—a girl's hair was very smooth, though when wet it would tangle together in knots. He couldn't be too rough.
As the hairdryer started, Hoshino Miru combed her hair while gently blowing the strands. This action made Kasugano Sora feel very comfortable.
Girls all liked being taken care of. She was no exception. The warmth brought by the hairdryer easily reminded her of Hoshino Miru's body temperature. Next was the comfortable feeling of Hoshino Miru's fingers passing through her hair, like a massage.
Only when it was completely dry, her hair done, did Hoshino Miru stop.
Kasugano Sora felt somewhat reluctant to part with it, but was too embarrassed to say so. She quietly turned around, looking at Hoshino Miru's expression. Her lips slowly pouted again, as if waiting for Hoshino Miru to say something.
Hoshino Miru opened his arms toward her. This gesture was too obvious. She felt somewhat shy and didn't really want to throw herself into his embrace so easily. She was still angry.
"If you won't hug, forget it. I'm going upstairs." Hoshino Miru kept a straight face, pretending to get up.
The next moment, Kasugano Sora had already actively hugged him, clinging tightly to Hoshino Miru.
"Hugging too tight." Hoshino Miru found it somewhat amusing and patted her bottom. "Why are you angry?"
"Don't want to see you getting too close to other girls." Kasugano Sora said sullenly. "Onii-chan is clearly my brother, yet every time it feels like Onii-chan isn't just my one brother."
"I dare swear, even if I have a girlfriend, Sora is still my only little sister." Hoshino Miru said word by word. At this moment, it seemed only an oath would work.
"So you really are thinking about a girlfriend!" Kasugano Sora wasn't buying it at all, particularly dissatisfied.
"A girlfriend and a little sister don't conflict." Hoshino Miru tried to argue.
"We're not even siblings!" Kasugano Sora found it inconceivable. "If Onii-chan wants a girlfriend, just make a move on me directly!"
"Whether girlfriend or little sister, I want them all!"
Hoshino Miru hugged her soft waist. She also hugged Hoshino Miru. The two glared at each other.
Just when Hoshino Miru wondered if she would get angry, she suddenly showed a smile.
"Fine. Since Onii-chan said so, let's give it a try."
Hoshino Miru was somewhat confused. Then Kasugano Sora pushed him down onto the sofa. Although her face was full of smiles, there didn't seem to be any smile in her eyes.
"Try what?" Hoshino Miru looked very calm. Just now he had pushed down Sumita Mana, unexpectedly the roles reversed so quickly.
Moreover, this was the second time today a girl had pushed him down.
"I know Onii-chan wants to have it both ways, but the parties involved have to agree, right?" Kasugano Sora's lips curved slightly upward. "So I want to make a bet with Onii-chan. If Onii-chan wins, I have nothing to say. Onii-chan can date whoever you want."
"What are you betting on?" Hoshino Miru felt somewhat dangerous, but her proposal was very tempting.
"Onii-chan hasn't forgotten about the hypnosis technique I told you about last time, right?" Kasugano Sora's small hand touched Hoshino Miru's chest. "I plan to hypnotize Onii-chan and make Onii-chan make a move on me. If Onii-chan can resist, then Onii-chan wins."
This seemed too simple. Hoshino Miru felt he had already won. It was just a kiss after all.
"However, activating the hypnosis technique also has prerequisites, so I hope Onii-chan can follow this prerequisite."
"What prerequisite?"
"No matter what I do, Onii-chan cannot refuse."
At this moment, Hoshino Miru felt the girl on top of him wa
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